Doesn't it? Just me? Today is the kids' last day of school so today is the last day that I have a morning all to myself. Well, the kids are older and take care of themselves, so it's not a HUGE hardship aside from them needing me to drive them every where and keep the pantry stocked. (The sheer volume of food I go through in a week... This is why you should not mate with giants. Giant children have very long bodies that need filling.)

As always, life is ridiculously stressful, but there are bright spots. Yesterday, I was able to get a complete episode of "Mastering the Garden" into the can, as they say, and I'm filming another on Sunday. (Erm, I'm still writing that script, too, but hey, no pressure! I have to take film crews when available, especially since they're working for free. Well, for lunch.)

I would like to point out that I am wearing full makeup with my hair down, button down work shirt and jeans to film. In Texas. Outdoors. Where it's very hot. Fleurgh. I'm trying to maximize this opportunity so this is the last time you'll hear me complain. :) Next step is to film one more episode, then do webchats where I answer gardening questions. And where I can sit indoors.

HAHAHAHA. I almost wore a tank top and small shorts, but then I realized I am FORTY YEARS OLD and the camera (and my psyche) can't deal with that in natural light. Now, if this was in a candle-lit boudoir? YEP. LOL.

True story, the original name of this journal for a solid six years was Smitty Warben Yeagermanjensen (#1) and only ONE PERSON (dancetomato) EVER GOT THE JOKE/NOTICED.

My kids watched Spongebob yesterday after school and I forgot how it's essentially for stoners, not actual children. (But it's no Ren & Stimpy...)

Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.